Denzel

You got her number Pencil Neck?

Ginger is good!

In fact it's cold enough to freeze the barancles off a brass dinghy. And that is REALLY cold.

I believe so, though I steered well clear of the LCL, bit too powerful for a young chap like me.

Well it's a job at the end of the day bonny lad.

I was under the impression Somerfield was closing.

It's not the shop for you CK, they don't sell bright red jeans.

An Australian summer? No thanks, they can keep their snakes, spiders and other godforsaken poisonous beasties. Give me crap British weather any day of the week.

JCB's ROCK!

I hope their selection of items is an improvement on 'Rascals'. Council estate chic.

HOW DARE YOU! My preferred denomination for rectal cleanliness is never smaller than a £20 note. And my house is made out of platinum, gold is for Station knackaz.

Nope, feathering the respective nests of Ashington and Newbiggin.

That's the fella!

Well it's true, I may have had my 'tops' (as I believe they call it in street patois) but that's it.

It's OK Fourgee, we're all virtual marras, we'll look after you.

Absolutely.

You've huffed him now, hope you're happy with yourself. Harumph.

I can assure you that I have never been with the incumbent Sun Inn landlady.

Touche.

Well it's about time something was done down there; Bedlington is an absolute disgrace. Businesses can't afford the extortionate rates (it's the Front Street, not sodding Bond Street). It's high time Wansbeck Council encouraged some reinvestment in the town, or it's just going to be a commuters ghost town. Judging by some of the houses for sale there's money there, but it isn't being spent locally.

Hats off to the Colonel for telling me it was back!

I can certainly name at least four.

An excellent lube eh? Didn't know you were one of those '!*!@# ' fellows.

No, a suburb of Ulan Bator.

Indeed, imbibing cheap lager is how a Sunday should be spent.